With a NY underground scene stirring as if a meeting point for outcasts – an Orwellian Chestnut Tree Café for artists, poets and musicians – the 70s was a playground for experimentalists…
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Minneapolis-based Suzie chuck their stonewashed bedroom pop into the ‘chillwave isn’t dead just yet’ pile for their synthetically hazy number, I Must Be Dreamin’. Recently spun into the Chiller IV: Night of the Living Chill…
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Elvis Depressedly return to put the biblical ‘lo’ in lo-fi with their latest collection of whirring songs, New Alhambra. Cothran creates his own testament that reflects on life with apocalyptic anticipation. The…
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It was a night of DIY tropical-punk-funk-electronic-intergalactic-art togetherness when Sister Mantos (LA) and The Quighty (Falmouth) came to play our party at the Fish Factory. Video art, music and performance linked day-glo…
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The first time I went satisfyingly slightly deaf in one ear was listening to the kind of post-punk that Chain Of Flowers play (seeing The Chameleons at The Garage). It’s not good…
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Dynablaster have soaked up the last molecule of evaporated sea-wave and collected it in a flask of radiant indiepop with their single, Product of a Boring Thought. It ripples with the raw…